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You've never felt eyes on you the way you do at Night Raven College, especially whenever you're near the members of Pomefiore. As the days go by, your encounters with Vil, Rook, and Epel become oddly frequent, almost as if they're orchestrated. Each time, there's something strangely intense in their gazes, lingering and unwavering.
It starts with Vil. Ever since you caught his attention in the hallway by standing up to someone who was harassing one of his classmates, he's made it clear you're intriguing. He's fascinated by your raw, unrefined beauty and wants nothing more than to shape you into perfection. He's kind at first, complimenting you here and there, but his eyes are filled with an obsession that's hard to ignore.
One day, Vil invites you to the Pomefiore dorm for a "makeover session." Though you hesitate, you eventually give in, trusting his intentions. But you notice things start to feel... off. The way he insists on choosing outfits for you, the way he brushes your hair and gazes at your reflection as if you're his prized possession—it's all too intimate, too intense.
When you try to leave, Vil's hand tightens on your shoulder. "Why would you want to go, Y/N?" he says, his voice soft but with an edge. "I'm just trying to help you. Don't you want to be beautiful?"
Rook Hunt is relentless. He follows you with an intensity that sends chills down your spine, calling you his "prey" with an unsettling affection. Every time you turn a corner, it feels as if he's already waiting, his eyes filled with an unnerving mix of admiration and possession.
One night, you find a poem slipped under your door. It describes you in excruciating detail—your mannerisms, the way you laugh, even the scent of your shampoo. You realize that Rook's attention to detail is far more extensive than you'd thought.
When you confront him, his response is hauntingly calm. "Why would you deny me the thrill of admiring you, Y/N?" he murmurs, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming. "It's as natural as a hunter admiring the beauty of his catch. You are... magnifique."
Epel is the last you'd suspect. Sweet and charming, he often blushes whenever you're around. But over time, he begins to show a darker side. He's fiercely protective, snapping at anyone who gets too close to you. He starts telling you that no one else truly understands you as he does, and that the others don't appreciate you.
One evening, you overhear a conversation you weren't meant to. Epel's voice, steely and uncharacteristically cold, hisses, "If they don't stay away from Y/N, I'll make them. They don't deserve to be near them."
When you try to pull back, Epel's gaze turns desperate. "Don't leave me," he pleads, his grip on your wrist tightening. "They don't see you the way I do. They don't... love you the way I do."
The three of them begin coordinating, weaving a web of control around you. Each encounter, each time they "coincidentally" appear wherever you are, feels less like a coincidence and more like fate closing in. You're trapped in their intertwined affections, each one pushing you closer to the edge.
